#justwrote

Sitting on the pavement, she's all alone, 11pm,too poor for the payphone. Smudged lipstick and broken nails, What's that saying, “she's off the rails.”

The winter nights are dark and cold, This isn't how it should be at 16 years old. A blanket made from a cardboard box, She'd do anything just for a few rocks.

A car drives near, a black Mercedes, She's seen it before, picking up ladies. The car pulls over, right at her feet, She squints at the figure in the drivers seat

A man; all his features in the right position, No less, what you'd call handsome, by definition. Not a day older than 30, she would guess, Expensive suit, slim tie -  he knew how to dress.

He wound down the window, glared in her eyes, She wished she could pull on some sort of disguise. She wanted to get up and just walk away, But her worn out legs and tired mind said stay.

“What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home?” His voice was soothing, unlike the usual drones. She looked up, stared, her face said it all, Scared yet brave, addicted yet withdrawn.

“Do you need a lift? Anywhere you need.” No hesitation for her to agree. She was tired and worn out, he seemed nice enough, She noticed fags on his dashboard, maybe she could get a puff.

Tottered up to his door, peered in the window, “Wherever, don't care, somewhere I can go.” A smirk across his face, his eyes gleamed in the moonlight, “As you wish, hop in.” What a lucky night!

He asked her name, her age, what school she went to, She was glad her fingers had turned back from blue. Simple answers, good, small talk was easy, Distracting her from her mind, if only briefly.

Wait, the car's not moving, when did we stop? “Are we there yet?” She turned to get off. She found a locked door; her hands began to shake, Slowly she faced him, his eyes were now like a snake's.

“You young girls, you don't help yourselves, do you. You're all fucking stupid, may as well form a queue." Her eyes filled with terror, she knew what was coming, Fear was all she felt, everything else was numbing.

Banging on the window, the door she tried to prise, Looking back on the night, it wasn't really a surprise. So desperate for someone, it's lonely being alone, How she wished she could be back next to that payphone.

He finally stopped laughing, the silence was worse, She'd given up by now, her whole life was a curse. “Please make it quick,” she thought repeatedly, She was past caring, nothing had gone right recently.

“This is for your own good, little one, you'll believe me one day, I'm doing you a favour, you've got nothing to live for anyway.” She even believed him, what did she have to live for? She had nothing, nothing, her soul was sore.